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want those
All huns it ain't blue we don't want those
All type of guns my niggas got a gun store
Ball like Iman bad bitch and she a cut throat
She like

instead, you painted T-Boy Trent's
Everybody knows his fence is bad
It just makes me sad
My fence could've been the best
And everyone would be impressed
It

price tap n if you Hustle’n

I said I'm fishing for the best price tap in if you Hustling

Aye aye aye

1x for my niggas 
1x for a bankrolllll
1x for bad

going bad
Austin, or should I call you Michael?
You were this boy's idol

Austin, or Mr Upton?
Remember those days in London
I do, oh I do

All the words

Through the Pain & Rain

When you growing up to manhood you might see them crossroads
Road to the good....road to the bad
Road to the unknown, ain't no

Yo I'm tryna get paid
Y'all know who Oh It's FLU
Blue strips and gold chains my turn no won't wait (No)
Wont get by gon' get paid, my sights set

can't)
Ju in the back with the four fifty
Church a boy, keep the Lord with me (Lord)
Valley valley, that’s the fucking team
Gotta get it, that’s by any

and then checked the inbox on the celly
Got a message from my boy about some shit he had to tell me
My best freak, overwhelmed with guilt
Told her man about

You

Pacewon

Won

2002

a spell, it's like magic
Turn that bully boy into a faggot
Turn that pig cop that been jockin' you right back to maggots
Turn his blue steel into plastic
Yo!

riding around in that Jaguar
Going state to state I was a bad boy
And you showed me
You said I was too tense
I never found love
With nobody
And then you

The life I'm dreaming it feel with worthlessIt's irking
All The hurt I caused left you uncertain I'm hoping
The best friend that I had don't leave me

Look, best lookin in the group
And I'm riding solo
To be honest fuck a Coupe
Fuck a bitch I got no hoe
Paparazzi coming for the scoop
I be posing like

a time my growers had a bad batch
My jugs can't name a time that I've sold them bad thrax
I get money on the fourth by fifth I'm at saks
I don't even

school so much, but I gotta push it hard
And I been a bad boy, cause I sleep in class, y'all sleep on me
I'm on top of the table, outing on the record

be best selling
I love to write cause I laugh
Most people would give me dap
Finding my peak may give me backlash
But nigga I already know that
(Yeah)

enough
So I super glued that blindfold to my face
I've got bad habits ain't much left I can say
Look I chose my path best stay put in your place
There's

and the country
Mart call in show man I'm tall with flows
Chris Young, boy 6'10
Say Denny Matthews never gives me bad news
Never thought a team could ever
Make

in blue throw on they flashing lights
By now I'm dead weight, i can't keep my head straight 
I stop the car, but nobody a approaches, this the end

from the Block boy but you better know how to shoot
They like remember you was down bad yeah but I grew
Now these niggas trying to comeback naw its fuck

The Pros

Daddy O

Fat Beats & Bra Straps: Battle Rhymes & Posse

1998

thinking the same thing 
Well I was approached by a whole damn group of them 
Rhyme thieves, biters, and bums 
Took me kind of light, said they wanted

Bitch, I feel like Goon 'cause
I'm a real deal stepper
Yellow baguettes on my shit, nigga
Shit like lemon pepper (Woah, woah)
Bad-ass bitch
You know

Paper Chase

Do or Die

Gangstas and Hustlers

2010

up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never

tell by the sound of my voice
Bad bitch gon strip, soon as she hear the sound of the Royce
CHHDuke:
I was on 16th, I was only 16
I grew up on my own,

I stay clean, I stay clean, I stay clean Yung Gravy
Sipping blue lean, rolling in green, spoil my queen, my baby
Popping them fiends, choppa fifteen,